ere some time, and a certain money-loving skunk of a brother won�t
help him. / Return, and I, alone have a true hours noc-
turnal Battery lounge. Mighty dreary and disconsolate for some time,
till the quiet of the night, the calm splash of the wave, and the bright
stars above, set me musing, that all these uneasy little irritations,
mammon rakings, and the rest of the briars of this working-day world
are but for a season. We�ve no abiding city here. � Aye!
but to fritter away the best days of one�s live, away from one loving and
lovely face seems hard enow.
6. Saturday. At work on the Phillips and Sampsonian drawing all day.
In Mr Hart�s room, in company with Mr Johns, Mr H and Mapother
being absent on a Peekskill survey. Evening, out with Mr Hart, Boyne &
Joe, a Battery walk, and on Rabineau�s. Accidental severation, and
Mr Boyne and I dispose of a few oysters at Sherwoods.
7. Sunday. Cigar and James� �Oak Chest� on Rabineaus till dinner time.
Joe with me. Reading during the afternoon. At night to Chapel, and
heard Chapin; � partly a farewell sermon, on his approaching visit to Europe.
His leading feature, How the knowledge that an All Pure, and All Kind
and Omniscient being hath his unsleeping Eye on Every One of us, should in-
fluence thoughts, words, and actions. That a wide-spread practical Atheism
puts this aside too much. The text was from the Pedanist � �If I hide
me in the shadow of the night, thou art there also.� / A little inci-
dent of this night I must chronicle. Sad thoughts � that I am away from
home, not one to think a kind thought of, or say a kind word to me; �